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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Bandage

Hearts break and they also heal. Much like cuts and scrapes, a blow to the heart takes time to heal. Once it took my heart a few years to heal from the loss of love. My broken ribs healed in less time than my heart. Every now and then it pains my heart when I start to care for someone again but strengthing your heart is much like building up any muscle... you can't get results without putting in the work. You have to let love in and give love out. Here's a newer piece from Immersed...

There are times when people may seem friendly but they
threaten all you hold dear. But he wasn’t one of them. From the moment we met
he has been the best teacher I’ve known. His heart was open to mine without
expectations or worry of what I should be.

Tonight as he inists that I do not owe him my heart, the
rain pounds outside the windows and winds shake the trees reminding me of how
we met…

A dark rainy evening brought me into his company.Escaping the pain of another, I was making my
way through a rainstorm. His bookstore had a light on, so I entered without
hesitation. The rain masked my tears as I collected myself in the entry. He was
in the back of the shop with another customer watching me shake the rain from
my stockings and pull back my hair. I could see his pale blue eyes from where I
stood and they were watching me. His stare wasn’t unpleasant or harsh. It was
greeted with a smile before turning back to his business.I could hear him give his pleasantries and
turn back toward me. As he moved, it was as if time stopped as he walked toward me. My heart knew then before I did that I was in love with this
man.

Several special book orders later, he became my teacher giving
me fiction I’d never heard of. Voraciously my appetite for knowledge was eager for
more. Often I worried my hunger for more was too much for him but always he
obliged my requests without question. Eventually he curiously asked to know of
the hole in my heart that left me hungry.When I told him of my wounded heart, the man that lied and left me
empty, he shared his wisdom and past. Months grew to years as these things do
and his words led to his hands that slowly did their work to mend my mind and
soon enough my heart.

Times are hardest when you don’t know what to trust. My
heart nearly whole by his healing hands and soul wants to belong to him, but
there’s hesitation. It’s when I find myself doubtful that he tells me… “Trust
your heart, my love” and I know with certainty that he already has mine.